Chapter 8

Two of the three Damacian soldiers were already on top of their falcons. Jung walked side by side with the last one and went to his falcon. The last soldier turned to Jung and nodded, then he went up to his falcon and held the handles. With just one whip, the falcons spanned their wings and flown up to the sky. Jung left alone and observed the Falconeers as they distanced themselves from his cabin. Without anything to do, he then returned back to the cabin.

Seeing that Jung had entered, Graves looked at Snow and gave a thumbs up. Snow, who was far from Graves at the time, nodded and ducked herself into the paddy fields. Like a rat in the fields, she started to move silently and quickly around the cabin to the back entrance. Graves spitted his cigar and went on with the job.

Like Frostbite, he ducked down so he would be less visible for the human eye. One step at a time, he made sure his step was as quiet as possible. He looked to the sky again, the Demacians were nowhere to be seen. It was safe time to infiltrate the cabin. He stood up and jogged to the porch as quickly as possible. His footings were choreographed perfectly so no sound would be heard. Slowly he would put his foot on the ground and when he would lift his foot, he would do it quickly.

He was at the porch and put his hand on the handle of the door, he took his time on turning the handle. The door was unlocked and he nudged the door just enough so he would get in. First he peeked, no one was at the hallway. Hearing nothing, not even Jung himself, he felt that it was safe to intrude. He slipped himself and his shotgun into the cabin then shut the door closed.

Then Graves heard something, he instantly turned to his back and lifted his shotgun. Snow put her finger on her lips, Graves lowered his shotgun. Snow signed her hand and told Graves to look around and regroup at the center of the house if Jung was nowhere to be found. The Outlaw gave a nod and a thumbs up.

To his right was a wall that divided the hallway from the two room. On his left was a living room that was connected to the kitchen at the back. He went to check the whole area that was near to him. He moved quick and made the least noise as possible. He checked the living room, no one was there. Graves lowered his shotgun and investigate the area.

There was a deer head hanged on the wall, a small table at the middle with an ashtray and a sofa. There were also a bag on the table, Graves took it and see the contents. Diamonds, beautiful diamonds. Only this time, it was different than what he had. He kept the bag and went to the kitchen.

Moments later, Graves found Snow at the kitchen with every cupboard opened and searched. She was currently at the sink looking at the number of dirty plates. Snow looked at the other way and saw Graves.

"Found anything?" Snow uttered her words in a low volume.

"Nothing but I know they were talking at the living room not long ago." Graves answered as loud as necessary. "How about you?"

"He sure eat a lot of meat and know how to make the kitchen clean." Snow commented.

"Come on, let's go check the two rooms." Graves ordered.

"Right behind you." Snow nodded.

Graves walked passed her and went to the hallway, Snow was behind him. At the middle of the hallway lies two doors, Jung should be in one of the two room. Graves stood in front of one door while Snow took the other one. They did not breach, rather they listened. Graves and Snow slowly neared themselves towards their doors and put their ear on it.

"Footsteps." Snow said.

Graves looked as Frostbite moved away from the door. His door had no sound and was silent, he went to the other door to do confirm it. He closed his eyes and listened, he heard the said footsteps and moved away. Standing in front of the door, he gestured at Snow to be ready at his back. She obediently moved knowing what would happened next.

The Outlaw wasted no time and kicked the door, the hinges broke and the door fell down vertically. Intruding inside, Graves advanced into the room with his shotgun raised. A desk faced the door and Jung was there doing some work at the desk. Shocked by the intrusion, Jung reached for his pistol and attempted to aim but it was too late. Graves had already had the tip of his shotgun at Jung face. Snow entered later and checked the corners in case they were other people that were not expected.

"Room clear." Snow told.

Graves gave a thumbs up then focused back to Jung. "I think its better for you to put that gun down Jung because my finger has been itching lately."

Jung stared at The Outlaw and put the pistol on top of the desk. He spitted at the floor and continued staring at Graves with eyes as calm at the sea. Jung rested his hands on top of the table and continued to be silent for the rest of the time. Snow stood beside Graves and looked at the Ionian man with a smile.

"Finally we caught you." Snow took out a picture and referenced it to identify Jung. "Same nose, same mouth, about the same age but older and the hair a bit of longer than the picture. You are as close as it gets with the picture. So you're Jung?"

"Kim Jung Gil to be specific." Said Jung with a deep aged voice.

"I think you know us Jung." Graves said. "You know what we want."

"No, I don't have a clue who you are and what you want. The only thing that I know is that you have a shotgun pointed at my face."

"For good reason, we're one of the contractors that J. J. Walker employs." Snow said. "A bit of introduction, he's The Outlaw and I'm Frostbite."

"We're here because we want some answers, so be ready for the question Jung." Graves said.

"Give me the questions then mongrel." Jung growled.

"Who is J. J. Walker and what does he want from us?" Snow asked.

"Read the letter and that's what he want." Jung answered.

Graves shot the ceiling and pumped his shotgun. "Better give a better answer Jung, time ain't at you're side."

"My employer never forced you killers to do anything, he gave you an option to do what was told and promised for a reward. The bag of diamonds was the proof that he is real."

"Turns out those diamonds are not really diamonds narrow eyes." Snow argued. "The jobs that you gave to us have no use at all, no motive at all. What games are you playing huh?"

"The benefits and motives are known only by my employer, other than that is beyond my pay grade."

"Benefits? The fuck you think this thing has benefits?" Snow said. "You give contracts to people and expect them to kill each other."

"And why do you care? Mercenaries shouldn't care who should he kills, as long as the pay is good, you move on with life."

"Sure, we have no problem trading blood for money. But that doesn't mean we like to die for a useless cause."

"I've been in the killing business longer than you two combine and my advice is this, take the money and leave."

"Thing is, we don't want the money, we want some answers. So tell us, where is J. J. Walker?" Graves asked.

"I don't need to tell you where J. J. Walker. My employer will show himself when he wants to." Jung told them seriously. "Would you like to know something? My employer is no average man, he knows what he wants to know and get what he wants to get. I don't know what he thinks but from my guess, the reason you two together because he plans it to be."

"So you're saying he's some kind of god?" Snow said.

"No, I'm saying he's no average rich man that you always being employed to. I have my fair share of employers and he's quite unique among the rest of my employers of the pass."

"You ain't giving me the question that I like Jung, all you did was babbling like a baboon about your boss. I think you can lead us to him and you will lead." Graves neared his shotgun towards Jung's face.

"Kill me then."

"Oh you don't want to challenge me Ionian. I'll kil-" Graves was interrupted.

"Shut up Outlaw." Snow said.

"No you shut up woman, this ain't no time play your games!" Graves looked at Frostbite.

"Shut the fuck up!" Snow silenced the room. "you hear that?"

"Hear what? Graves said.

Frostbite did not answer, she looked up and see the sky that was clear. "Those birds." She pointed. "There are no vultures at Targon."

"What?" Graves looked up.

"How many Falconeers did we saw Outlaw?" Snow started to count the object that was circling the house.

"My employer employed four Falconeers and the ones at the top of your head are exactly four." Jung leaned at his chair and relaxed himself. "You surely gave a lot of attention Outlaw."